Stoplight

How else could you capture the world if you don't attack from the back To the rear march... hehehehe (Yo, Snoopadellic, what??) When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have my paper right If you come back right then we can boogie (echoes) When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have my paper right If you come back right then we can boogie (echoes) Boggy, boggy, boogy... I'm goin 65, 75, 80 Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane, high beams shinin Tryna keep the timin on the track With the diamond in the back Move roof wide open, scopin, lockin The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hopin They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in Four hoes on the block tryna put their bid in Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing Hop in, the rest of y'all, eat dirt I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winnin Hoes lookin' inside, and they justa grinnin Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I keep my hoes in two Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial In your car up inside the five o'clock traffic jam We gon be takin request right now at 87752-Snoop Call station namin ya game... Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit Man that motherfuckin baggin church You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't touch 'em) Don't touch 'em hoe! You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac Pimpin ain't (yeahhh) now sit the fuck back I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is hard Silky slim, man I'm large Mashin so big like a fo' by fo' Show my dough, and if not it's home I go Ain't a hoe out there that can slow my flow My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang in my glove compartment Didn't have to use it, blastin' in my music Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it First place in the race and don't wanna lose it Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon as I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby Ohhhhhhh, noooooooooo Not the track of funk I am Sir Dunk, DPG Buck And I hate Stoplights I always mack to the next Mackallenium I told you I wouldn't C-Walk Let me out, hahahaha! Half past late and I'm still rollin Real hoein, make a nigga pockets still swollin Still goin, black and white tip-toein' Flashin my playa's card (why you play so hard?) cuz I'ma Don Sippin Moet, smokin Chron' Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on Pimpin black, red, brunette back to blonde Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn Half tank of gas Rollin' down the window, reach out and spank that ass Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street My hoes love to earn my keep It's only five miles left, so I whipped it Skipped it, flipped it in overdrive Straight bonafide, pimp nigga on the rise 85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight